What common people will do when at leisure?
Must giving their spirits confined a liberty
To synchronise their wanton feet with wide salute,
Mouses running in fever of time stolen
From the guarded vault of miser recess
Will run with hare and hunt with woolf,
Places near or far with postures wild in amplitude
To mar the nature solitude by cat callings.
Feeble those will court the fate undoings or misgivings confronting
With knees trembling on dancing with past.
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